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Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
21 November 1863 – 12 May 1944
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: A Letter. | At length the term's ending; | | 99 | 90 | | 2: A Triolet. | Love, that in a tear was drown'd, | | 8 | 94 | | 3: Alma Mater | Know you her secret none can utter? | | 54 | 74 | | 4: An Oath. (From 'Troy Town'.) | A month ago Lysander pray'd | | 8 | 86 | | 5: Anecdote For Fathers. | And is it so? Can Folly stalk | | 62 | 92 | | 6: As I Laye A-Dreamynge. L'Envoi. | As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, | | 48 | 78 | | 7: Behold! I Am Not One That Goes To Lectures.' | Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of Professors. | | 22 | 85 | | 8: Caliban Upon Rudiments[1]. Or Autoschediastic Theology In A Hole. | Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudiments! | | 30 | 89 | | 9: Chant Royal Of High Virtue | Who lives in suit of armour pent | | 62 | 73 | | 10: Christmas Eve | Friend, old friend in the Manse by the fireside sitting, | | 40 | 89 | | 11: Coronation Hymn | Of old our City hath renown. | | 38 | 79 | | 12: De Tea Fabula. | Do I sleep? Do I dream? | | 55 | 79 | | 13: Epilogue To A Mother, On Seeing Her Smile Repeated In Her Daughter's Eyes | A thousand songs I might have made | | 24 | 92 | | 14: Exmoor Verses I. Vashti's Song | Over the rim of the Moor, | | 16 | 79 | | 15: Exmoor Verses II. Saturn | From my farm, from hèr farm | | 12 | 71 | | 16: Exmoor Verses III. Dereliction | O'er the tears that we shed, dear | | 16 | 111 | | 17: Fire! | St. Giles's street is fair and wide, | | 70 | 102 | | 18: Hesperus | Down in the street the last late hansoms go | | 14 | 79 | | 19: In A College Garden. | Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake, | | 42 | 95 | | 20: In A College Garden. | Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake, | | 42 | 95 | | 21: Jenifer's Love | Small is my secret--let it pass | | 24 | 90 | | 22: Kenmare River. | Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry, | | 42 | 94 | | 23: Lady Jane. | Down the green hill-side fro' the castle window | | 64 | 119 | | 24: Mary Leslie | O Mary Leslie, blithe and shrill | | 34 | 83 | | 25: Measure For Measure. | Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept | | 36 | 102 | | 26: Nuptial Night | Hush! and again the chatter of the starling | | 24 | 95 | | 27: Of Three Children Choosing - A Chaplet Of Verse | You and I and Burd so blithe | | 160 | 114 | | 28: Retrospection. | When the hunter-star Orion | | 65 | 91 | | 29: Solvitur Acris Hiemps. | My Juggins, see: the pasture green, | | 40 | 80 | | 30: The Doom Of The Esquire Bedell. | Adown the torturing mile of street | | 32 | 90 | | 31: The Marine - Folk Song | The bold Marine comes back from war, | | 56 | 79 | | 32: The Regent - A Drama In One Act | Way there! Give room! The Regent comes from Mass. | | 670 | 89 | | 33: The Root | Deep, Love, yea, very deep. | | 18 | 77 | | 34: The Sair Stroke. | O waly, waly, my bonnie crew | | 54 | 89 | | 35: The Soldier - Folk Song | When winter trees bestrew the path, | | 34 | 77 | | 36: The Splendid Spur. | Not on the neck of prince or hound, | | 24 | 93 | | 37: The Splendid Spur. | Not on the neck of prince or hound, | | 24 | 72 | | 38: The Statues And The Tear | All night a fountain pleads, | | 28 | 85 | | 39: The Vigil Of Venus | To-morrow--What news of to-morrow? | | 192 | 402 | | 40: The White Moth. | If a leaf rustled, she would start: | | 30 | 89 | | 41: Three Men Of Truro | The Church's outpost on a neck of land-- | | 102 | 85 | | 42: Tim The Dragoon (From 'Troy Town') | Be aisy an' list to a chune | | 21 | 97 | | 43: Titania. | So bluff Sir Leolin gave the bride away: | | 49 | 87 | | 44: To A Friend | Here in the fairway | | 16 | 77 | | 45: To A Friend Who Sent Me A Box Of Violets | Nay, more than violets | | 67 | 82 | | 46: To Maurice Hewlett | HEWLETT! as ship to ship | | 15 | 82 | | 47: Twilight. | Tis evening. See with its resorting throng | | 33 | 83 | | 48: Two Duets | Aglai-a! Aglai-a! | | 71 | 94 | | 49: Unity Put Quarterly[1]. | The Centuries kiss and commingle, | | 41 | 79 | | 50: Upon Graciosa, Walking And Talking. (From 'Troy Town'.) | When as abroad, to greet the morn, | | 12 | 81 | | 51: Why This Volume Is So Thin. | In youth I dreamed, as other youths have dreamt, | | 30 | 89 | | 52: Willaloo. | In the sad and sodden street, | | 73 | 104 | | 53: Written Upon Love's Frontier-Post. (From 'Troy Town'.) | Toiling love, loose your pack, | | 12 | 103 |
About:
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch was a Cornish writer, who published under the pen name of Q. He is primarily remembered for the monumental "Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900" (later extended to 1918), and for his literary criticism.
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